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Saturday, 31 August 2013

We find each others self destructive button In times of war, I will bring war to your door step And we press push until we explodeBlaming games and ping pong battle, squash Hitting balls to the wall with rageAnnouncing our displeasure pronouncing our war stuntsBattle lines drawn, war songs sang, war mask worn Drums beat to heighten our anxiety Pulling out all the daggers with stained old blood We are expected to act on instinct Taste the blood on our tongues of our enemiesWelcome rage, live in the moment of welcoming death

Death as pleasure theirs or oursIt matters not, no one is to live this Stained, drenched land, let no one alive We came with good intentions Now turned fanatics breaking all the eggsIn the birds' nest, stamping on wet shellsWith yolk that sludge on the side. Squashing them like a blender Mixing their essence with the dirty sand There would be no tomorrow, today as judgement dayThere would be no salvage value none wanted No common grounds to be left after this dance

In the center of the volcanic eruption No one is to go looking for gold Or any such rich minerals, tell phoenix not to rise No one is to go talking of peace This as a sacrilege to the cause Punishable by death a gruesome death it shall be Now would you believe me, if I told you This is a romantic poem, a very romantic poem, a peace poem A love poem, a heart poem, just in abstract settings

15 comments:

"We came with good intentions Now turned fanatics breaking all the eggsIn the birds' nest, stamping on wet shells" - loved this verse in particular. The images are really well-penned, and I really didn't expect the poem to end as it did :)

Strong writing here, Kodjo. Emotion packed! I have really enjoyed your work lately. The ending surprised me and made me think about your former 'warlike' words. It seems then that your poem describes some kinds of relationships in which arguments are the norm....yet they profess to LOVE one another.